I tied my arm to my back so I could resist the urge to grab; my lover has their own way of enticing me. When I'm without them, I feel terrible, like the man who knows me more than I know myself. The door creaks in a peculiar way, almost trying to convey the tragedy in this play. Knowing was always half the battle but my lover made sure I did not see what this world had in store for the groundskeeper. Delicate kisses tickled my mind at the thought of this proclamation. It seemed like everyone had to follow this ruling through life. I craved for the ghost to become physical in form and take this pain of mine back to the grave but all I got was a game full of lies and an empty pocket of loneliness. My demon called my name from my closet, using the toys I played with as a child to remind me that it was still there. Even though there was not a sight in my path, I would still like to be held until the end of the world.
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